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Love, A myth?


Love,
 What is this thing we call love?
 Does it even exist?
 Some say it does,
 Others will say it doesn't!
 Do we really have to go through such horrible heartbreaks to find true love?
 Do we have to make ourselves feel so horrible to find that one person?
 Or is love just a myth?
 Does Cupid shoot us with an arrow for the wrong person so he can just sit there and laugh,
 Or does he do it because he truly believes that person is for us?
 Well how many times does someone have to be shot with the arrow of love before it's actually something true?
 We're all sick of the heartbreaks,
 Give us something real,
 Quit messing with our emotions and leave our hearts alone,
 They're not toys! 
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